How to raise a father who is overly controlling of his daughter

"Dad, isn't the character for 'food' at the bottom of the two characters for '饕餮'?"

"Yes."

"That character '饕', is the top part '号' and what character is next to it?" Reina probed Izuki's questions.

"Hmm, it looks like... no, isn't that where you're taking a dictation?" Yi Yue noticed something was wrong.

"Tell me!" Rena pleaded.

Izuki wasn't buying it: "No way!" She looked at Reina seriously: "If I tell you how to write it, will you remember how to write this character from now on?"

"Tch, fine, I won't say then." Rena muttered under her breath. Her usually doting father was so serious now that she felt like she was being scolded.

Reina's attitude angered Itsuki, who asked seriously, "How does your teacher do dictation?"

"Why are you asking this?" Rena said softly.

"I'm asking you how you heard that!" Yi Yue raised her voice.

Rena puffed out her cheeks and whispered, "Say it three times, then move on to the next word."

“I just listened to you like that. Now it’s your turn to take a dictation test, and I’ve been too lenient with you, waiting for you to finish before reading the next one. It seems you won’t improve this way.” Itsuki took Reina’s studies very seriously.

"If you misspell a word, did the teacher tell you how many times you had to copy it as punishment?"

"N-no!" Rena said, a little flustered.

"Don't lie to me!" Itsuki stared into Reina's eyes.

Rena immediately looked away; she rarely saw her father so serious. He was usually so approachable, just like her brother.

Yi Yue took out her phone and opened the message.

The school is asking parents to subscribe to the "School Connect" service. For an extra dollar each month, parents can access information about the homework assignments given to students by teachers.

"Dictation of Units 1 to 4. For each word you get wrong, copy it five times."

Yi Yue was so angry that she was trembling.

"Dad, Dad?" Rena called out tentatively a few times.

Yi Yue looked up and said, "I'll do the dictation like a teacher would. If you pass, you pass; I won't give you any hints. If you get a word wrong, you'll have to copy it again! Six times!"

Yi Yue's expression was cold, and she was clearly very angry.

Looking back at the previous dictation exercises, Rena had mostly cheated by copying them herself, deliberately misspelling a few simple words as punishment.

"No wonder your grades aren't improving if you cheat like this!" Izuki was furious, even more furious that Reina didn't respect her and lied to her.

"All you do is try to be clever!" Yi Yue said angrily, glaring at her fiercely.

Rena muttered somewhat resentfully, "I knew I shouldn't have asked you to come for the dictation."

"You're not lying to me, you know that!" Yi Yue's temper flared.

Rena lowered her head, muttering something under her breath.

Seeing Reina like this, Izuki's anger slowly subsided. She sighed, feeling very wronged: "Let's do the dictation... It's difficult."

Rena didn't say anything and obediently did her dictation; she knew she had angered her father.

This time, I didn't ask Rena if she had finished writing. After reading it three times, I directly listened to her write down the next one.

Rena managed to keep up at first, but it became increasingly difficult for her. This was because she wasn't familiar with the text and had to think for a long time.

As she read the third unit, Rena couldn't help but say, "Dad, slow down, I haven't finished writing yet."

Ignoring her, Yi Yue directly dictated the next word: "tiptoeing".

Reina scoffed in dissatisfaction. Did her father really have to be so angry with her?

I feel that Yiyue's behavior is like she's holding a grudge against a child.

After dictating the last word, Itsuki began correcting Rena's spelling mistakes.

Rena made many mistakes and missed a lot of words. She skipped many parts without writing them down.

Yi Yue used a red pen to scribble and draw, pointing to the mess on the paper. She said disapprovingly, "You made so many mistakes. Final exams are coming up soon, what are you going to do?!"

Rena pursed her lips, looking pitiful.

Yi Yue's hardened heart immediately softened.

"You're just fooling yourself. Does this really help you?"

"Dad is really scared. You lied to me about this, kept it from me, and didn't let me know. What if you make an even bigger mistake in the future? Will you lie to Dad again?"

As she spoke, Yi Yue's eyes reddened.

Am I being too harsh and spoiling her?

Rena was stunned when she saw Itsuki crying: "Dad, are you...crying?"

Yi Yue immediately looked up at the ceiling and squeezed her eyes a few times: "No, my eyes are a little sore."

Rena bit her lip: "I'm sorry, I'll never lie to you again."

Izuki patted Rena's head and said softly, "Daddy believes in you."

Chapter Eight: Tenderness

After checking Rena's homework, I reminded her not to read comics too late and to go to sleep after reading for a while.

Stepping out of Rena's room, it was 8:49, and it would be 9:00 in a little while.

Yi Yue went to the kitchen to make a cup of warm milk, then returned to her bedroom and turned on her computer.

I skillfully opened Bilibili, entered the live streaming center, and started tonight's live stream.

Yi Yue is not a game streamer; he doesn't play games at all. He's just an ordinary streamer in the ASMR section.

It's not very popular, with only a little over 60,000 followers.

He first came into contact with ASMR because of migraines and some insomnia, and happened to click on an ASMR video by someone named Uncle De.

"Why is he rubbing two small wooden blocks together so intently? What is he doing?"

Yi Yue didn't understand what the man in the video was doing. Later, she gradually learned that ASMR uses auditory and visual stimuli to make people feel relaxed and happy.

ASMR, also known as spontaneous sensory meridian response or intracranial orgasm, is a sexually transmitted physical sensation.

At that time, Yi Yue, who had a headache, put on her headphones and listened to ASMR for a while. She felt a slight stimulation on the back of her head, which sounded very comfortable.

That night, Yi Yue slept soundly. He was under immense pressure and plagued by insomnia; he rarely slept so comfortably.

Later, Izuki had the idea of ​​doing ASMR herself, and she did it for more than half a year.

Yi Yue put on a mask and set up the binaural microphone next to her. She also had two other microphones, a head microphone and a single microphone, for other audio input.

Turn off the lights, leaving only a small orange-red lamp, which looks very warm.

Izuki tried her best to create a comfortable atmosphere.

His room was specially renovated to be very soundproof. Even on hot days, he doesn't turn on the air conditioner or fan, and he even wears a mask to prevent the slightest background noise from affecting his voice.

The live stream room for Yi Yue displays the live stream group number and Yi Yue's live stream time in small purple text.

The live stream will be from 9 PM to 11 PM.

Monday through Thursday and Sunday are ASMR sessions without human voices.

Friday and Saturday are dedicated to emotional exchange. Participants can anonymously vent their stress via QQ email, share their troubles and seek help from the host and viewers in the chat, or share happy moments with others in the live stream.

Yi Yue held two long wooden blocks in her hands and gently tapped one of the blocks with its sharp edges.

Her voice sounds soothing.

"I suggest you bring headphones to listen."

"Adjust the volume to 60%–70% for stress relief and relaxation, and 30%–40% for sleep."

"It is not recommended to turn the volume up to the maximum, as it is bad for your ears."

"It is recommended to lie flat when sleeping."

After setting up the bullet comments, Yi Yue gently presses the 1 key on the keyboard, and this warm prompt will appear.

Half an hour into the live stream, Yi Yue's hands started to ache.

There were only a little over two thousand viewers in the live stream. Compared to the female streamers next door, who often had tens of thousands of viewers, this was quite small.

Yi Yue didn't like those female anchors, feeling that they were just hypnosis radio stations or fan-made voices disguised as ASMR.

But I wouldn't say I hate it, since not everyone is doing it out of interest like I am.

He believes that ASMR should be a sacred profession that relieves other people's stress and helps them relax and fall asleep peacefully.

There were very few comments in the live stream, with only one or two regular viewers occasionally saying, "Good evening, young man."

Yi Yue would nod slightly, then press the 2 key to send out the prepared message: "Good evening."

Although there are few comments, it doesn't mean there are few people.

Most of them were lying in bed with headphones on, listening quietly.

They were all long-time listeners and knew Yi Yue's habits. They didn't send bullet comments, but instead sent free gifts to prove their presence and silently support her.

Some viewers wanted to send expensive gifts to support Yi Yue, but she refused them all.

Most of the people who listen to Izumi ASMR are students who are financially strapped.

A student once saved up his breakfast money for several days to help Yiyue get on the ship.

When Yi Yue found out, she immediately returned the money.

He was happy about their support, but he didn't want them to support him in this way; his health was the most important thing.

I don't make a living from this, so I can just send some free gifts.

Yi Yue earns very little money from live streaming each month, only seven or eight hundred yuan. He takes this money and buys small gifts, such as phone charms, cute little accessories, DIY canvas bags and mechanical keyboards printed with cartoon characters, or some beautifully packaged snacks.

Every time I post a new video, I give away small gifts to my fans who leave comments on the nth floor of the comments section.

Before she knew it, Yi Yue had finished her broadcast at 10:30, with half an hour left before she had to end the broadcast.